Chapter   2

Friends With Whore 

Edwin’s pov

 I woke up mid of the night. It was different. My hands were searching for Stella, my eyes closed. I wanted to cuddle her as I do everyday. She fits so perfectly in my arms. I love her so much from the day I had seen her for the first time. It was love at first sight and I really had to work hard to win her and convince her to marry me. Now she’s mine. I love to kiss her on her cheeks with her eyes closed in deep slumber. But where is she now. Oh she’s not keeping emotionally good. She’s angry and so she is at other end of the bed. I will grab her from there.

She isn’t there too.

 Wait! Wait! Where am I??

 This isn’t our room.

The bed is different.

I slowly lifted my eyelashes to find myself at an anonymous place.

Am I dreaming?

Am I actually alive?

Why don’t I remember anything? I get up on my feet shocked.

Bull shit why am I not wearing any clothes?

Where the hell am I?.....

As I surveyed the room around, my heart sunk into my boots. I was dead shocked. It felt like million ants crawling over me. I was sharing the room with a girl. Oh no! Shit hell! The little light emanating into the room from window probably some street light which was strong and I could clearly see as I had lost my sleep being wide awake trying to gather two and two

A young girl in early twenties lying on the couch besides me. She is practically undressed with stockings thrown on the floor. Some piece of clothing on the side table.

 And when I saw the mirror in front of me….

What hell! Lipstick marks

No I cannot do this. I pulled my hair with both hands in frustration and then pressed my forehead; killer headache!

I cannot cheat on Stella.

What a bastard I am? I felt so cheap, so dirty such insane and the guilt now took the form of anger.

‘This is because of the bitch’ I thought to myself.

 She’s a whore, manhunter who’s craving for sex so I shouted at her. “Fuck you bitch. You whore. How could you? How could I?"

She removed the sheet from her face, scared to a sudden wake up as if seen a ghost. That was when I saw her for the first time. She had very innocent black eyes, pretty nose and lips which were off from lipstick now which was red earlier were soft like that of a little girl and that brought to my senses that the lipstick is missing because she kissed me. She fuckingly kissed me. And god knows what else she did or I did or did I kiss her back. The million of thoughts were killing me inside further boiling the anger that I could pour on her.

“You creepy sluts. How well you manage to hunt for rich men. How could you sell your body only for money? Money is your only priority in life no.” I yelled at her.

“Sir”

“Yes now I am sir, your boss. You need money for the night now. Didn’t you ever realize I was drunk? No why would you? It was your opportunity to grab the situation and mint money." I shouted with anger on verge of exploding.

“But sir” 

“Do you have least of idea that I am married and I love my wife? Out of all the quarrels and misunderstandings between us, this is the last thing I would like to do is sleep with a bloody slut like you” I said more to myself than her

“Ca…. a  can I explain” she said in her low soft voice further raging me.

I moved my hands on my bed ruffled hair in frustration. My life is already complicated with my wife not scoring well and this is an add on to which I feel like digging the ground and burying myself alive.

“Right from the childhood we have been taught a woman is the most wonderful creation of god. If women were fucking machines like you…” I spoke whatever shit came to my mind.

“Stop your bloody nonsense” she spoke loud and curt this time. My words like knife penetrated deep inside her heart which was visible from her face.

“First of all I did not rape you. Bloody girls cannot rape men. Life would have been much easier. Secondly we did not have sex. So enough for your guilt!!! Leave. I charge 50$. We did not have sex so pay half and leave.” she said harsh and straight.

“Money making bitch” I murmured and dropped the money on the table and was about to leave. But I really felt like a lot of weight lifted from my shoulders. For the first time in the night I felt relieved. I relaxed and was about to leave when

“Wait your car keys.” And she threw bunch of keys to me.

 The anger I had for her vanished. I don’t know why but I had an inner urge to apologise.

“I am sorry. May be I over reacted. I have never had such an experience. But I am so relieved that we did nothing.” I said in my normal tone for the first time.

She chuckled to it. “You know you are different.”

“Yeah what way?” I don't know what made me start this conversation but I ended up asking.

“Others I mean all the men I have met till now just happen to enter into my pants and you are glad that we did not have sex. Rather you would have paid me double for not doing it”. She said laughing a soft chuckle at the last part.

“I sure would have. My honesty means a lot to me.” I was kind of making a confession

“You love her?” she muttered.

“What?” I was shocked 

She lit her cigaraette, “You love umm mmm st Stella. Stella’s her name right?” she said in her bold slutty accent.

“How do you know her?” I was a furious now.

“Don’t worry. I don’t know her it is only such that when you were drunk you were muttering her name and stuff like love again and again” she spoke as she took another puff from her cigarette

“Oh I see” I felt relieved. I even checked for the fire alarm which was nowhere to be seen. She knew that there wasn’t any and so was smoking easily.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Yes I love her. Love is all I can feel when I think of her.” I said smiling because I could see Stella's image as I spoke about her.

“But she cheated on you?” she asked.

“No! No she cannot cheat me. She’s only upset” a grief crossed my face.

“See its 3 in the night. It’s unsafe if you leave. You can stay if you trust me” she suddenly suggested.

“Trust you?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I mean if you are sure I won’t rape you.” she passed it sarcastically.

I laughed at it. This whore does have a sense of humor. “What’s the worst case scenario if I leave?”

“Lot of cops move out waiting for drunken victims to be arrested. So it is safer if you leave by 5. No one will notice you then. You seem to be rich and obviously your family earns a prestige which would be at stake otherwise." she explained

“Two hours.” I mumbled not sure about what to do. My family status might be at stake if I was caught with a whore at this hour of night.

“Two hours with a prostitute. Is it fine with you?” She asked comfortably reading my expressions

“Till you promise not to rape me?” I had made a decision to stay so why not be sober and try not to kill each other I thought.

We both laughed at it like little kids.

“No don’t switch on the TV they‘ll get false signals” she said when she saw me stepping ahead to start the television

So I kept quiet on the bed and waited, “My mobile?”

“It’s in your car.” she replied

“I’ll go and get it” I was standing to get the mobile

“Don’t just wait for couple of hours.” she stopped me 

“You are quite thoughtful” I complimented her.

“Thanks”

“Stella would be worried by now. I haven’t left her alone ever. Unanswered calls would add worse” I spoke more to myself, not minding if she heard.

“So she did not cheat. You two are together.” she asked inquisitively

“Yeah together with a difference.” I sighed

“She’s just not herself like she was three years back when we got married” I thought weird sharing my wrecked life with her so I changed the topic.

“What’s your name?” I asked the prostitute sitting in front of me as she shamelessly wore all her clothes back in front of me, not that she was exposing any further but somehow it made me uncomfortable.

“Which name?” she thought for a moment. “During the nights it’s Rosie. I have a different name in outside world.”

“You want to share that name?” Not actually interested, I lazily asked, 

“No” she denied as if it was something important.

“But Rosie suits you beautiful with lots of thorns.” I continued the conversation. It helped me in distracting my discomfort staying with a slut

“It was abrupt. First time when some one asked me I did not want to disclose my real name, I saw a bunch of roses and Rosie came out of my mouth. What about you? You were pretty sad last night.” she asked

“Yeah. I drank a little extra.” I admitted sheepishly, not remembering much about last night. 

“Little. You were completely wasted. I think you could see nothing but Stella everywhere.” she stated as she finished dressing herself.

“How can you say that?” I asked out of anxiety

“I am doing Psychology and learning human behaviour. So I could analyse.” she replied easily

“You study too. I am impressed” I complimented and that was not a lie.

“Thanks. Needs brought me to this profession.” she admitted grimly

“I am sorry about that” I said apologetically

“Don’t be. If I could help you with your life? I mean. Would you like to share your love story? It will help you keep your mind off all this crap and discomfort.” she asked with enlightened eyes.

“You really would like to listen to my love story” I asked not sure if I should share my love story with a prostitute.

“If you don’t mind narrating?” She waved her hands for me to decide.

 An unspoken bond was created between us. It was trust. It was care. It was being ourselves. I think it was unsaid, believed and understood. It was FRIENDSHIP. No matter we haven’t officially admitted we were Friends.

Is it okay to befriend a prostitute?